Henry arrived at Knapford Station, awaiting for orders from the Fat Controller.
His driver and fireman had healed from their injuries from the fall but Henry was glad that none of them were hurt badly. His new acquaintance, Jekyll was beside him.
"Why are you still here?" whispered Henry, not wanting to draw attention since he was the only one able to see the ghost.
"Cause you have to accept that you'll have to be dealing with the supernatural - for example, moi - and you have to start learning the basics."
For sure, Henry wasn't afraid of Jekyll now but the idea of putting up with monsters and other ghostly beings beyond his imagination on a daily basis seemed like a nightmare. Correction, his worst nightmare. The engine would have been spooked by a mere owl once, let alone meeting a ghost aside from Jekyll.
Jekyll appeared to be an engine from the Clan Class. It was difficult to distinguish his paint job since he seemed extremely pale green. He had dark circles under his eyes and Henry wasn't sure if it was his sleep pattern from his 'mortal' life or if it was a side-effect of becoming a ghost.
Speaking of sleep patterns, Henry felt rather drowsy.
"Could you at least disappear for now? I don't need these supernatural basics to deal with at the moment."
"Sorry Henry, but I'm stuck with you until you agree." Jekyll smirked, his smile somewhat was a mix of Thomas' cheekiness and James' vain attitude. Not a good sign.
"That's great." Henry murmured sarcastically. "What's great Henry?"
Henry realised the Fat Controller looking at him, as if he were concerned.
"Th-that I'll be back in work, sir." Henry stammered and smiled nervously. The Fat Controller seemed convinced in his lie anyway.
"Alright then, you'll be doing your usual jobs like before. Just be a bit careful, you haven't moved around much since the accident."
"Of course, sir." Henry replied. And with that, he left to Brendam Docks with Jekyll tagging along.
His arrival to Brendam Docks wasn't as peaceful as he hoped.
"Let's get down to the ghost business," said Jekyll, "I'm here to be your guide and teach you things that will help you to maintain the supernatural activity, specifically on this island."
"Why can't you do it then? You're a ghost after all."
Jekyll then phased through Salty as if he were nothing to prove his point, causing Henry's eyes to widen in surprise.
"You can't interact with the physical world so you're interacting it indirectly through me?"
"Bingo, Nancy Drew."
"My name is not-"
Henry had hastily shut his mouth when Salty, unaware to the ghost phasing through him, greeted Henry. "Hello there Henry. You look like you've just seen a ghost."
"I'll take that as a compliment." said Jekyll, much to Henry's disdain. Of course, none of the other engines or anyone else in general could see Jekyll but blocking him out was difficult due to the lack of sleep.
"Hello Salty, I just didn't get much sleep last night. I'll be alright though." said Henry
"Let's hope you don't have an accident today." remarked Cranky.
Henry had an annoyed look on his face, both from Cranky's statement and also Jekyll's clever line, 'You might steal Cranky's title with that face'.
After delivering the coal cars, Henry's mind began to get blur with pain softly. Basically the engine equivalent of a migraine. He wasn't sure if it was from the lack of sleep or Jekyll nagging him throughout the entire day but Jekyll wasn't helping at all.
"Come on Henry, just accept the fact that you are now responsible for the supernatural occurrences around Sodor." Henry grew more stubborn as Jekyll continued his attempts to persuade him.
"No, I won't. Besides, what can an engine like me do to-" "Help!"
Henry paused at the distant voice.
"James?"
It was indeed James, who was rushing towards a sharp turn with troublesome trucks behind him pushing the red tender engine onward, chanting to go faster much to James' chagrin.
It was becoming to the same bend where James had his accident due to his wooden brake blocks years ago.
"James! Use you breaks!" "I can't! They're jammed!"
Henry froze, he could only stare at the poor engine racing towards the bend.
'He can't crash. He can't!'
The memories had hit Henry, when James was badly damaged and it reminded Henry of the Flying Kipper and worse, the incident in the forest.
'He won't crash, he won't crash...' Henry repeated this mantra.
James' body was beginning to tilt and by the looks of his expression, he was frightened and braced for impact.
'He won't crash…'
Something sparked in Henry, some sort of determination swirled. He refused to even blink, as if he was concentrating, hoping for a miracle to happen and blocking out the rest of the world.
'No, he won't crash!'
The Stanier Black 5 was expecting for a tremendous sound of metal clashing against the earth but he didn't hear anything. Henry gazed to the field, peaceful as it was before. Puzzled, he looked back to the track which James was still on. The momentum began to slow down, and James was able to stop. The mixed traffic engine had his mouth gaped open and eyes wide from the phenomenon.
"James, are you okay?" It took awhile before James had regained his ability to speak. "Yeah," James tritely replied before grinning buffer to buffer, "bust my buffers! Henry, did you just see that?! I didn't crash!"
Henry was shocked. James had just defied the laws of physics. After checking that James was able to brake again, both engines continued their respective journeys.
"What the hell was that?" Jekyll laughed and wheezed at Henry's question.
"That is what you can do to help with the supernatural," responded Jekyll, "the gift of telekinesis to be exact, aka the ability to move objects with your mind."
"So James had nothing to do with it?" asked Henry.
"Not one bit. That was all you. And don't worry, you won't end up like Carrie White. Not with my supervision."
The green engine glared at Jekyll. "If only I had the power to make you go away." remarked Henry, which made the ghost smile more.
"I'm just glad that this won't be boring after all." Jekyll replied.